Crosswinds Pt 02 - Dark Currents 15

*** Author's Note: Contains graphic imagery of incest. ***

Maddi tugged at the baggy sleeves on her Moringa Univeristy uniform. It was all she could do to quell her nervous energy as she sat solemnly at the kitchen table across from Mary that morning. She stirred again as she hoisted her purse from the floor onto the table. She sighed heavily and fixed her tired, blue eyes on Mary's flushed face.

"Mary, I know I hurt you," She confessed with teary eyes. "But getting revenge through Diana is so cruel. Not only that, but she's dangerous." Maddi leaned across the table with a soft, terse voice. "I know she set fire to my mom's house,"

"You're overreacting, Maddi," Mary blew off proudly. "Even though God forgives her, she still feels guilty. You have no idea how often I've held her in the middle of the night when she's crying hysterically and overcome with guilt and grief!"

"What?" Maddi's heart pounded. She cleared her throat and fumbled with her purse again, body filled with rage. "She confessed to you?" When Mary nodded silently, Maddi asked again. "Is that a yes, Mary?"

"Of course," Mary snapped. "Unlike some people I know, Diana has sought forgiveness. On the other hand, you forced me to extract penance from you. You made me fuck a 'sorry' out of you like the disgusting whore you are!"

"What's going on out here?" Diana asked, rushing from the bedroom and adjusting her uniform collar. Her voice was wrought with suspicion when she cut into the conversation. "What're you two talking about so intensely?"

Mary cocked her head back with an air of victory. "I was just saying how badly you've been feeling about what happened to your mom."

"Mary," Diana sharpened a glare and shot it back and forth between her lover and sister. Then she fixed her primal eyes on Maddi and slowly hovered over her. "What are you doing, Maddi? Trying to incriminate me?" Diana grinned, teasing. Like a tigress playing with her food, she sauntered to Maddi, then lunged at the purse draped over her sister's hands. Maddi recoiled as her phone tumbled out and fell flat on the table, a snap of tempered glass smacking ceramic so loud that all three girls jumped.

Mary's sunken face filled with horror. "Maddi, you tricked me? Again!" And then it turned to sorrow and regret. "Diana, honey, I'm so sorry!"

Diana rushed to hush Mary with the calmest of tones. "It's okay, honey," she kissed her pursed lips. Let her keep it. She can't use it against us. After all, the law protects the bond between a futa and her bride." She kissed Mary again.

"You're married?!?" The color left Maddi's face as she exclaimed.

"Before we came to Moringa Island," Diana cooed as she traced a delicate pattern down Mary's side. "I'm giving her everything she's ever wanted. More or less," Then she sighed and slinked away. "But it does disappoint me that you'd share such intimate information with someone, even if it were my sister. I still love you, though,"

"She doesn't, Mary," Maddi cried. "She doesn't love you; she's just trying to get to me."

"Don't listen to that whore," Diana whipped around, rejoining the fray in the kitchen. "Maddi always thinks it's about her. How typical."

Maddi scrunched her face in disgust. "I have always protected you, Di!" She cried. "I loved you! You were my soulmate!"

"SHUT UP!" Mary's scream rattled the house's flimsy windows as the girl grabbed two fistfuls of her already broken, thin hair. When she pulled away, wisps of dirty red hair had floated all over the table. Mary gasped for air, and her feet staggered underneath. She appeared faint to the Masters sisters but quickly recovered her balance and menaced towards her ex. "Maddi, I swear--the world would be better without you!"

"No, Mary," Diana scolded. "Stop speaking nonsense,"

Mary's face, entirely red, huffed loudly for several seconds. "I'm sorry," Her lifeless voice droned. Suddenly, she both looked and sounded exhausted. "I didn't mean that. Please forgive me, Diana,"

"I think you should leave, Maddi." Diana turned her back and folded her arms. "I don't feel like going to class anymore," Maddi said. As Maddi tried to walk away, Diana grabbed her wrist and wrenched it toward her. She whispered, "You must really think I'm stupid to try the same trick on me. I'm two steps ahead of you, bitch."

Maddi stood frozen as Diana flashed an evil smirk; the luster in her eyes grew pale as she finally withdrew. It took her another moment to work through her fear and continue her retreat. Maddi clutched her chest; the bones in her thin wrist peeked over her wrinkled sweater sleeve. She at least could breathe again.

"Hey," Mary called to Maddi at the door. Her voice was calm and detached, but tension remained below the surface. She ordered, "You are to come back after class. For one last punishment. Do you hear me?"

Maddi said nothing. Something about Mary's set posture frightened her into silence. She finally nodded, afraid that her voice would break if she spoke. She didn't want Mary or Diana to know just how terrified she'd become, confident that if she returned to this house, she would never leave again.

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"I can't trust anyone." Diana moped as she hunched under her bed. She stretched until she found the suitcase's rugged leather handle and dragged the oversized case to the middle of the bedroom floor.

Mary huffed as she drifted in. "What's wrong, honey?" She undid her robe as she loomed over Diana, trying to peak. "What are you looking for?"

"I thought there was some jewelry that didn't get unpacked," Diana quickly replied. Then she looked over her shoulder and asked. "Mary, please tell me the truth. When you said Maddi to come back tonight, you were planning on killing her, weren't you?"

"I won't let her make a fool of me again." Mary's face grew blush again. "I'm sorry. I know you had a plan, but I can't wait any longer."

"I understand." Diana nodded. "And what do you plan to do with her body?"

Mary's eyes watered as they wondered for an answer. She shook her head, defeated. "I--I don't know yet. W--would you help me with that?"

Diana smiled. "Of course, love. You are your own person. I can't control you, but I can help you."

"Thank you, honey." Mary breathed a sigh of relief. "I was thinking of letting her off the hook because I have you. I have all I've ever wanted. Honest to God, I felt so great before she deceived me. Maybe I'll take a shower."

"That's an idea." Diana cooed. "Can I join you?"

"Um," Mary said sheepishly, biting her index finger as she pretended to think. "I'm sorry, dear. I have some lady things to do--I shouldn't be distracted."

The smile faded from Diana's face, replaced with contempt. "And I don't know about 'lady things'?"

"Of course!" Mary knelt to wrap her arms behind Diana's rigid stance. "But there are some things I want to keep private. You understand, right?"

"Certainly." Diana smiled with her eyes. "That's fine with me," Mary kissed her cheek, but Diana waited until her wife strode into the bathroom and locked the door before she shuddered. "Disgusting lesser," Diana mumbled under her breath. She returned her focus to the suitcase and unzipped it from end to end. As the bathroom's rusty pipes churned just before the shower roared on, Diana stepped into the case to judge its size. "Perfect." She confirmed loudly, content that Mary couldn't hear.

Diana rummaged through the nightstand before she found a piece of rope the length of her arm. She studied the smooth black line of medium thickness. She wrapped it around both hands and pulled it taut, and the crisp snapping sound made her spine tingle. "Huh," Diana marveled as her eyes flickered. "I was supposed to tie you up one night. We never even got to use this. But thanks for confirming that I can't trust you anymore, Mary."

The bathroom door lock popped under duress as Diana pressed the screwdriver deeper into the strike and latch. She held the knob fast and gently opened the door to confirm Mary hadn't heard the intrusion. Diana made out Mary's figure behind the curtain through the streamy veil. The girl sang as she showered, running her lanky arms through her tangled her. Diana edged inside the tight bathroom quarters, gripping the rope. Her breathing came in terse, stressful puffs as she entered the steam. She's shampooing; I've timed this right so far, Diana thought, now a mere arm's length from her prey.

Diana took a deep breath and held it. Ready to pounce, Diana grew distracted by something she saw sitting on the sink. Despite the shower's haze, the pink plus on the pregnancy test was unmistakable. Diana gasped as her whole face went slackjawed before she realized how much noise she'd just made.

"Diana?" Mary stirred. She peeked around the flimsy, opaque curtain with a face full of bubbling white suds. Her spindly fingers carefully wiped her vision clear, but she still squinted. "I thought I locked the door," she said.

"No," Diana snapped erect, hands behind her back. "No, the door was open." Her eyes drifted back to the test, and she remained quiet.

Mary smiled and shrugged. "Surprise!" she giggled with excitement. "I wanted to take another test to make sure, but it's happening!"

"Yes!" Diana made a half-grin as she balled the rope into one hand. She rushed to stroke Mary's face and kissed her. "We can celebrate tonight. Go ahead and rinse yourself, dear. I'm sorry I interrupted." Diana afforded Mary a fleeting 'I love you, too' as she rushed from the bathroom. She tossed the rope across the room and threw herself onto the bed. No sooner did she burst into tears; both hands covered her face as her body trembled. "Oh my God. What was I about to do?" She wept.

"Diana, honey." Rochelle's voice tried to soothe her daughter's distress. "Di, are you okay?"

"Mom?" Diana's voice broke. She rolled to her back and looked up at her mother. Seeing Rochelle gave Diana great comfort. She sat up and cradled her stomach. "Mom, I almost killed my baby."

"But you didn't." Rochelle looked down, smiling. "Thank God you didn't do anything wrong."

Tears rolled down Diana's puffy cheeks as she held her temples. "I know, Mom, I know. I can't believe Maddi would do this to me."

"Di," Rochelle's voice grew stern.

"She turned Mary against me." Diana gasped and sat up as her mother spoke. "If I had known Mary would be such a liability, I wouldn't have married her. My own sister wants to destroy me and thinks she's so damn smart. It makes me want to fucking scream." But instead of wailing, she stifled a short, guttural cry before gathering herself. Sniffling, she went on. "It's okay, it's okay. I just have to change plans. My birth mom visited me the other night and told me I didn't have the guts to kill Maddi. Y'know, she's right. I can't live without her. But I must teach her a lesson--she can't live without me either."

"Mommy, I'm going to ruin her at Moringa today. You know I have enough to do it." She flashed a wide, teary-eyed grin while vigorously nodding at Rochelle, who grew more morose by the second. "See, Mom? I can change plans on the fly. See how smart your little girl is?"

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The thought of eating made Maddi wretch. Still, she bought a whole tuna sashimi and rice bowl lunch at the Moringa dining hall and returned it to a seat next to Ashley, Sunny, and Mallory. The cafeteria was a small, self-serve area with a single food line and ten circular tables, which were never more than 50% full.

"How come you guys never want to eat outside?" Mallory asked as she picked apart a piece of shrimp sushi and nibbled on the protein. "It's always really nice out,"

"Because the Queens eat outside," Sunny chided. "And they're the meanest bitches I've ever met." Then she shoveled as much steamed white rice into her mouth as possible. "Ya know, I went to a really nice high school." Her voice went muffled as she continued talking. "And even the richest girls never acted like that."

"Are you going to dye your hair again soon, Sunny?" Ashley asked as she observed Sunny's naturally blonde roots shining through her shoddy black dye job. "Olivia and the rest of the Queens will want you back."

"Oh, wow." Mallory teased. "On a first-name basis with the Duchess, are we?"

"Stop it." Ashley laughed. "Olivia just stopped me in the hallway to chat the other day. She's not that bad."

Sunny scoffed, spitting flecks of white over her bowl. "Um, yeah, she is that bad."

Mallory nodded. "I usually don't agree with Sunny and actively try not to." She waited for Sunny to sneer, acknowledging her barb, and continued once Sunny stuck out her tongue. "But she's right. The Duchess makes any girl of a certain status dye their hair blonde and follow her orders." Then she winced as she considered something. "Everyone living in Goldenrod House is a bunch of bottle-blond bullies. And there's Maddi."

"What?" Maddi snapped from her trance. She looked up, groggy and bewildered. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Why hasn't the Duchess come after you?" Mallory repeated. "You're rich, after all."

Maddi shrugged and returned to studying her food. "It's probably out of some respect for my mom and family. The Masters and Drakes are names that carry weight in our world."

"Hey!" Sunny howled. "What are you trying to say about the Skyes? Why the hell has she taken an interest in me?"

Ashley laughed. "Maybe she likes you."

"She punched me in my stomach," Sunny said flatly, shrugging her disbelief.

"Or maybe she's just mean." Ashley's voice trailed off as she attended to her California rolls. The four students returned to their eating silence until Ashley spotted Dr. Saito entering the double doors. The young futa failed miserably, hiding her adoring grin, and she watched the Dean of Students wearing her uniform green sweater and slate grey skirt. The woman's heels thumped against the flat carpet as she made her way through the food line--each thump felt in tandem with Ashley's heartbeat. "Good afternoon, Dr. Saito." She sang.

"Hello, Miss Washington. Hello, girls." Umi juggled her handful of belongings when she stopped. "I thought I'd find you here, Ashley. I found one of your sweaters at your old desk in my office." She shifted her weight to drop the folded green bundle onto the table. I had it washed because I had no idea how long it had been there. She smiled at each of her students before dropping her jovial air. "I'm also glad I caught you here, Madison. We called your dorm earlier, but you both were away. Please visit Dr. Bykov's office before heading to Futanari Studies. I'll meet you there. Enjoy the rest of your lunch, all."

The girls muttered their farewells as Dr. Saito rushed back through the door. Perplexed, Ashley ran her fingers over the fabric. She shivered; It was still warm.

"Did she really have it washed?" Sunny scrunched her face as she scrutinized. "It's kinda wrinkled."

"How would you know?" Ashley snapped. "You've probably never even done your own laundry."

Hurt, Sunny stared slackjawed in disbelief. "Rude." She spat. "I don't care how right you are. You didn't have to say that."

As Ashley shrugged off Sunny's complaints, Mallory leaned over the sweater. "Chill out, Sunny. Dr. Saito's cool for being a ciswoman." She sniffed the air. "You can tell she washed with her stuff because it smells like that green tea perfume she overuses," she said with a snicker.

"What's wrong with the way she smells?" Ashley's curls bobbed as she whipped toward Mallory. But she didn't give her a chance to respond. She gathered her things and stood from the table. "I've got calculus in an hour. See you there, Sunny." Ashley didn't say anything as she left, cradling the sweater Umi gave her close to her chest.

"What's her problem?" Mallory scowled. "Wait a minute," she turned to Maddi. "What's your problem? Why does Dr. Bykov want to see you?"

"I--I, um," Maddi muttered under an uneasy sigh. She shrugged. "I have no idea."

"That was convincing," Mallory scoffed. She felt her dormmate's pulse and forehead. "You're pale and a little clammy. No wonder you seem off. You should see what the Chancellor wants and then tell her you're skipping Futanari Studies. I'll cover for you and bring you some Tylenol later."

"Really?" Maddi blinked. "Oh, thanks." Maddi awkwardly stumbled to her feet and started away. Moringa Island boasted a gentle summer breeze that afternoon, and Maddi's skirt fluttered as she stepped onto the green. Her mind wandered as she crept toward the admin building, and her fists clenched as she ran through what Mary had told her. Diana practically confessed she killed their mother--now Maddi faced the challenge of recording the admission.

Maddi's limp wrist knocked gently on Dr. Bykov's office door. There was a brief shuffling behind the door and then silence before Dr. Bykov called out. "Please come in, Madison."

Maddi inched toward the empty chair across from Dr. Bykov, eventually sitting alongside Dr. Saito.

"Madison is here now." Dr. Bykov pressed a button on her jade green telephone on her desk before looking up. "Madison, we're here with Dr. Drake."

"Dr. Drake?" Maddi asked, sitting up straight and collecting herself. "How are you?"

After a tense silence, Dr. Dory Drake cut to the point. "I've been better, but that's what I'd like to ask you. Madison, when I heard your sister was attending Moringa, I assumed she'd be gone by the end of the year. I never thought I'd be getting a phone call about you."

Maddi shot looks of confusion around the room. "Me? What do you mean? I don't--"

"--I just got a call from Dr. Bykov." Dory snapped. "She just received a cell phone video of you at a sex party. You know what that means, Madison."

"WHAT?!?" Maddi clutched her chest.

"Who's the redhead in this video, Madison?" Dory accused. "It's obvious she doesn't attend Moringa."

"She's--" Maddi's heart pounded. She fought her urge to faint. "She's nobody."

"Madison." Dr. Drake scolded. "I'm coming to Moringa Island next week to ask the Board of Directors to repeal the purity rule for students. That's the only way you'll be able to stay at Moringa."

Maddi shook her head, disbelief wrought on her pale face. She slumped in her chair as the room spun. "So what happens now." Her dried lips managed to ask with hoarse words.

Dr. Bykov cleared her throat. "Until the Board of Directors has their emergency session, you are officially suspended from all academic activities at Moringa University. Dr. Saito will freeze your current grades until the board approves my recommendation."

Dr. Drake breathed heavily through the speaker. "Umi. Dominika. I'll be in Moringa tomorrow afternoon." The receiver clicked over without another word.

"Well, I suppose that's that. Futanari Studies begins within the hour, and I need to prepare." Dr. Bykov's long, flowing skirt spiraled up like an obelisk tomb as she stood. Her cold, grey eyes pierced through Maddi and toward the door. She announced. "Ashley can work alone for a while before the board decides. Then, we can pull from the admissions waitlist. Having a shortlist is something we need anyway as we expand next semester."

"That sounds like something I can pay Ashley for," Umi agreed. I'll offer her a four-week contract and move her back into my office. Do you need anything else?" Her deep brown eyes watched Dr. Bykov shake her head slowly. Umi stood. Very well. I'll make the arrangements. Madison, you have an appointment in my office at 8 a. m. tomorrow. Is that understood?"

Maddi said 'yes' under her breath as Dr. Saito left. Then her eyes followed Dr. Bykov, and the woman hummed with whimsy as she collected a stack of books. Maddi tried speaking again, her throat tight and dry. "You don't seem especially angered or bothered by this." She noted with a whisper.

Dr. Bykov side-eyed her student. "If I'm disappointed in anything, it's with your decision to overlook your excellent futanari classmates and succumb to futa on female lust." She scoffed. "Letting that flimsy redhead fuck you with a strapon? They want to be us so badly. It's such a tired and drab trope. You may leave now."

Maddi gasped, rage building in her chest. She watched Bykov leave the room without addressing her again. As the room continued to spin, Maddi began to seethe with anger. While Diana hadn't been on campus in two days, Maddi knew her sister would be strutting across the green today--she'd always take advantage of the opportunity. She lept up and strumbled through the door. The sun glowed behind her as she marched past a trio of laughing girls towards the Futanari Studies building, with fists held so tightly her wrists hurt. She caught a glimpse of Mallory and Ashley walking together but quickly outpaced them. Maddi heard them call out, but she barrelled into the building, her feet suddenly taking off once she saw Diana and Olivia talking in the hallway.

Diana caught her sister's approach from the corner of her eye. But it was too late to react. Maddi's fist connected with Diana's jaw with a magnificent snapping sound that buckled both girls equally. Diana knocked into Olivia, whose stance braced them both against the wall. Maddi recoiled and shrieked. She clutched her wrist as if to keep her hand attached.

Diana's broad, emerald-eyed face reddened with shock. She rubbed her jaw as she squared up. A grunt forced itself from Diana as she wrapped her arms around Maddi. With clumsy force, she pulled her sister to the ground, and Maddi yelped under her sister's total weight. She then tried to free her hands to swing at her prey correctly. But by then, several girls had grabbed her arms from both sides. "Let go of me!" She shrieked, kicking at Maddi's slumped frame as her classmates dragged her from the fray. Then the teachers came, and the shouts and authoritative commands compelled all the girls to disperse. And the fight finished as abruptly as it broke out.

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"It looks like she missed your eye," Ashley observed as she jotted notes on her clipboard. But you'll probably have a bruise on your cheek." She sighed, scribbling out her last few words. "I'm sorry this is taking so long. Dr. Saito wants a detailed report of both your injuries."

Diana clutched the icepack to her face and sighed. "What injuries? I barely touched her."

"You didn't need to." Ashley shrugged as she wrote. "Maddi fractured a bone in her hand when she punched you."

Diana's eyes widened. Then she grinned, unable to entirely stifle her childish snicker. What started as a giggle exploded into a belly laugh, and she threw back her head as she reveled in the news. "Oh my goodness, that is hilarious!"

"That's a peculiar reaction." Ashley glared at Diana inquisitively. "You hate your sister, don't you?"

Diana sobered under Ashley's questioning. Her lips straightened as she whipped her head around. "Maddi punches me, and I get interrogated? Story--"

"--Story of your life, right?" Ashley finished. She took a timid step back and laid her clipboard on the desk. Her eyes set on Diana's defensive posture. "You're prettier than her. I'm sure you know that."

"I'd be prettier than her with two black eyes." Diana quipped.

"Yeah. Sure." Ashley nodded. She backed herself onto the desk, aside from her clipboard. "And I'm sure it bothers you that she gets so much attention. I know it'd bother me."

Diana turned away, suddenly losing her venom. She sighed. "Thank you for saying that." She muttered. "And thanks for the ice pack." And then she pouted. "So you still don't want to--"

"No." Ashley rolled her eyes, repulsed.

"Ouch." Diana cocked her brow as she watched Ashley jump off the desk and walk away. "Y'know, I don't let just anyone put their dick in me. You don't even seem flattered."

"That's because I'm not," Ashley called out from across the room. She quietly gathered her things, preparing to leave the infirmary. "So why'd Maddi hit you anyway?"

Diana sighed. "Let's just say Maddi isn't the golden girl that everyone thinks she is."

"I figured that." Ashley nodded. "But neither are any of us. Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if everyone aired their dirty laundry simultaneously."

"Yeah." Diana mused. "I guess I'll go home now."

"Dr. Bykov wants to see you in her office," Ashley noted. "You'll probably want to go there first. I'm sure Maddi's already there."

Diana groaned and threw her head back. "Sent to the principal's office again."

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Dr. Bykov tapped her fingers along her desk as she pondered; her silent rage bubbled just under the surface. She kept her eyes downcast, unwilling to look at the students across her. Both Maddi and Diana noticed their Chancellor's anger and disappointment.

"Fighting," Dr. Bykov finally muttered. "On my campus. The university's relationship with the Moringa Island government is already tenuous. If they find out that students are assaulting each other, our entire enterprise will be in jeopardy. Now--" the woman's steel grey eyes fixed on Maddi. "Madison, this is your second time in my office today. On this campus, fighting is just as punishable as fornicating."

Maddi looked away, disheveled. She glanced at Diana, who sat solemnly in a chair beside her, tears streaming down her puffy cheeks. "I--I'm sorry, Dr. Bykov." Diana's voice wavered. "I shouldn't have hit my sister."

But the Chancellor's death glare remained locked on the eldest Masters sister. "It's not even so much as you struck her. But the reason you did is reprehensible." She hesitated before pulling a phone from a desk drawer. "While I don't necessarily commend your sister for turning you in, the fact that you attacked her is disgusting." Dr. Bykov had the video prepped. She tapped the screen and studied it.

Maddi's blood froze. She watched Dr. Bykov tap, and the sound started. She could hear herself grunting and whimpering. Then she heard Mary's voice calling out lewd commands. "Ch--chancellor," Maddi's palms trembled as she held them up to plead her case. "T-that happened in town. Not on campus."

Dr. Bykov slammed the phone on the desk. Both girls jumped at the sudden booming rage. "You are allowed some wretched whelp to fuck you with a strapon while you are wearing a Moringa University uniform. You think it matters if it didn't happen on campus?" Bykov's face turned red, and she raged. "Tell me a daughter of Rochelle Masters can't be this stupid."

"I'm sorry, Maddi." Diana shivered and cried. "I--I couldn't lie to Chancellor Bykov anymore. Futanari shouldn't be doing what you're doing."

"I knew it was you." Maddi growled.

"Diana showed me your OnlyFans page this afternoon." Dr. Bykov scowled as she stared a hole into Maddi's heaving chest. "I can tell these nudes were shot in the groves off campus--not that it matters at this point." She softened her face for just a moment. "Diana, you're suspended from class for a week for striking your sister."

"What? No! Please--" Diana clasped her hands together as the shock enveloped her. "My parole agreement requires that I enroll in college and stay in good standing. I can't go back." She cried.

Bykov shook her head and sighed. "Not another request for special treatment. You can't always get something for nothing just because of your last name."

Stunned, Diana coughed and stammered before breaking into tears. She covered her face and sobbed loudly.

"Madison, the board of directors must approve my recommended punishment for you." She watched Maddi open her mouth, assuming she'd ask about its severity. "Expulsion; with a request to prohibit you from reapplying to admission. I'm sorry, Madison, but nepotism is rampant in academia. You must be made an example of. Dr. Drake considers you her daughter, but even she can't fix all your transgressions."

"So I'll either be expelled for the video or the fight." Maddi nodded, resolving herself to her fate.

"If you'll excuse me, girls, I must prepare for class. Please see yourself out."

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"You took videos of me." Maddi hissed at Diana as they moped down the hallway. "I never want to see you again."

"I'm sorry." Diana sulked. "But I was so angry. You shouldn't have tried to use Mary against me."

"You're only sorry you got yourself suspended. But you really don't care about anyone. You killed my mom." Maddi spat, her voice trembling. She gripped her bandaged wrist. "And then you got away with it. And I've given you so much comfort."

Diana stomped her foot in defiance, folding her arms in protest. "You should've just gotten pregnant. That's all I wanted."

"I can't get pregnant, Di--ever! I'm ninety-five fucking pounds!" Her voice was calm but strained. Maddi's hair whipped around and stuck to her tear-stained face, and she started at Diana, her frustration bubbling over. "And the only reason I let you try to get me pregnant is because I'm disgusting. I'm tired of playing this game as if we're going to live happily ever after. It's bad enough what you did to Mom. Now you've ruined me."

"Don't play victim with me! You think I wanted this to happen?" Diana shrugged. She shifted back and forth with balled fists. "I just wanted you to realize you were wrong to turn on me again. Remember, I'm the one who could go back to prison. I don't give a shit about your image. Take some accountability."

"Okay, you know what? Fine." Maddi threw her head back. She closed her eyes and allowed the defeat to consume her. "You didn't ruin me. I did. I ruined me."

"Exactly!" Diana jabbed her index at Maddi. "You're ruined, Maddi. This is where it ends for you. You're getting expelled, and I'm staying here. I'm going to graduate and get a career. And I'm going to get my daughter and live happily ever after. I'm going to be everything you couldn't." She pointed again, her wrath bubbling over. "You've lost. Not me. As far as I'm concerned, YOU'RE NO LONGER MY SISTER!"

Maddi flinched as Diana screamed at her. She turned away. "This is it. Goodbye, Diana." She took several steps away before she heard a reluctant reciprocation.

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Later on the same day, Diana knocked softly on Dr. Byvok's half-open door before taking a timid peek inside. "Chancellor?" She whispered, but Diana invited herself in once she saw the woman's figure lumbering over her desk. She stuck her arms behind her back and bowed. "Can we talk?"

"I see you've made the wise decision to change out your school uniform," Bykov said, still writing. "You won't be needing it."

Diana smiled as she adjusted the blue flower sundress she wore that was several sizes too small. "Chancellor, please reconsider my suspension." She asked.

"No." Dr. Bykov's sharp glare stabbed at her student. You women have to learn that you can't always get something for nothing.

"But I'm not interested in getting something for nothing." Diana's voice dripped with mischief. "I have so much to offer you, Chancellor." By now, Diana loomed over her professor's desk. She turned slightly to slide herself on top of Bykov's desk, her dress riding up her hips even higher. "You've got such a difficult job--stressful, I'd imagine. It's a shame you don't have anyone to remove all that pent-up frustration on. I'm offering you this: If you let my parole officer know I remain in good standing, I'll become your beautiful assistant. But I'm not just a pretty face. Despite what my grades suggest, I'm intelligent, Doctor. I can be your assistant and arm candy during any function." Diana took another bold step and rested her head against the woman's shoulder. "And every night, I can be your little whore."

"You flatter yourself." Dr. Bykov's eyes shifted over her papers. "And you've made many assumptions about me."

Diana scoffed. "Please, Chancellor. You're a futa. I'm a futa. I know you're a teacher and all, but don't tell me you wouldn't bury that monster of yours inside me."

"What? What did you call me just now?" Before Diana knew what happened, Dr. Bykov was at her throat. The woman pressed her student against a shelf as the clanging of falling books cut the tense air.

"I--I didn't call you anything," Diana stammered as her large green eyes watered, clutched by fear. She looked up at Dr. Byvok like a deer in headlights. I just thought you were wearing that heavy-looking long skirt because you were trying to hide your erections. That's all I meant."

She pulled away. "I see." The Chancellor released a tense breath and stepped back. "Then perhaps I misheard you." She returned to her desk but spoke over her shoulder. "Despite your crass language, you are astute. I'll consider your offer."

Diana's eyes shifted, unsure what to do. "Okay, then," she said, exposing her confusion. But my parole officer calls Dr. Saito every Monday. If they find out I'm suspended, they'll extradite me. I need some assurance--I'm a little desperate."

"Oh, you are a persistent one. Come back tomorrow, and perhaps I'll have an answer." Dr. Bykov smiled as she mused. Then, a curious--and devious look overtook her. "Wait." She commanded. "Come here." As Diana was all too willing, she came over to rest her chin in Bykov's outstretched palm. The Chancellor's observant, grey eyes ran across every detail of Diana's face. She smiled. "You are beautiful, aren't you? To set your mind at ease, Dr. Drake is flying here to visit Moringa. Sometime tomorrow, I will hold a virtual meeting to take an emergency vote on whether or not to abolish the school's abstinence policy. While I expect it to be overturned, it's still frowned upon that faculty sleep with students. To protect my position here, you will no longer be allowed to leave campus. The only places you will be allowed to travel freely will be to class, your new dorm room in Goldenrod House, my office, or my bed. Anywhere else requires my permission. Is that understood?"

"Yes. But." Diana bit her lip. She still shuddered from the warmth of the Chancellor's palm. "Never mind, it's okay."

"Now, dear. I could use a futanari companion as my bed is rather cold. But being my whore is one thing; being my assistant is quite a different story."

Diana laughed off Dr. Bykov's attempt to warn her. "I can type, Chancellor. If that's what you're trying to say."

But Bykov stopped smiled smiling. "It seems nuance isn't one of your strong suits, so I'll be direct. I require the utmost secrary for anything that happens in my living quarters. You can end our relationship at any time, but if you wish to leave my employment, I'll need some assurance that you can keep your mouth shut. The mere fact you'd tattled on your sister leads me to believe you're incapable of such trust."

"Maddi is an awful human being who got what she deserved." Diana's eyes narrowed as she spoke confidently. "And I'm not going back to prison. So are you fucking me tonight or not?" Diana grazed her cheek along her teacher's hand until her mouth met with Dominika's thumb. She slipped it between her lips and sucked.

Dr. Bykov moaned, her resolve breaking under her student's playful suction. "Miss Masters, you might pass with flying colors after all."

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Epilogue

"Honey?" Mary clambered to the living room as the door shut. She stopped as she observed Diana's uniform in a messy state; Her white shirt stuck out from under her wrinkled sweater. "Well, where have you been, honey?"

Diana sighed and pouted. "The Chancellor's office. I got into a fight today, and I'll be suspended if I don't move onto campus. I'm sorry, dear."

But Mary cocked her head and stared at Diana inquisitively. "Are you trying to leave me?" She blinked rapidly, mouthing "a-ha" as if she'd just figured it all out. "You found out, didn't you? You found out, and you want to leave me."

"What?" Flustered, Diana raised her brow and tried to walk past. "Mary, if you have something you're feeling guilty about, please come out with it. I don't have a lot of time to pack."

"The pregnancy test." Mary winced; Her palms covered the shame on her freckled face as she went on. "I thought you found out I faked the positive pregnancy test."

Diana's blood froze, and her face looked as if someone punched her in the stomach. "You lied to me about being pregnant." She turned back and looked at her cowering spouse. "You lied to me." She whispered again and again. Her fists balled.

"I'm sorry." Mary's muffled pleas came from behind her hands. "It's just that you came home late one morning and smelled like another girl. I needed to regain your attention. I know you wanted a baby--and so do I. So, I figured I'd fake it until I made it. Y'know?"

"Wow." Diana's frustration bubbled over into an uncontrollable, manic chuckle. "Wow. That is amazing." Wide-eyed and flustered, Diana darted to the bedroom and stuffed random belongings in a canvas bag. "You're awfully sanctimonious for something who's just as bad as the rest of us." She shouted, talking faster than she probably noticed. "Nothing to say?" Diana stomped back and snatched Mary's hands away from her tear-stained face. "By the way, it wasn't one girl you smelled on me that morning. It was two. I got spit-roasted, and it was fucking hot. Is that hurt I see on your face, honey?" Diana flashed an evil smirk. She watched the horror strike Mary's face; her heart pounded with delight. "I had three dicks that night. And guess what? One of them was Maddi. I fucking love her dick more than anyone's. And guess what? Guess what?" Diana teased and poked the stunned statue of her wife. "I can't describe just how much better Maddi's pussy is to yours. I wonder if I can still get her to give me another baby."

"T--this can't be happening. God is punishing me again." Mary trembled. "What am I going to do on this Godforsaken island?"

"Anything you want, my dear." Diana huffed, passing Mary again. "You know the rent is paid here for the rest of the year. And you've got your bank card to finance your next move. You're in a sinful lesbian marriage. Take advantage of that." She snickered.

"I'm not a lesbian." Mary snapped at Diana. "Because you're a boy. A freak mutant boy, but a boy nonetheless."

"Oh, finally, it comes out." Diana looked back as she reached the door. She sneered, "All this time, I've thought you were delusional, and you've thought I was a freak. I should have strangled you just like I planned."

"GET OUT!" Mary screamed. She scrambled until her hands gripped the covered lamp on the end table. Mary hurled it at Diana without pause. Darkness suddenly covered the room as the ceramic shattered. Mary didn't have to confirm her miss. Diana was already outside, down the stairs. All that was left to crumble to the floor. She sobbed dark as her hopelessness loomed.

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"Are these seats taken?"

Mary looked up at the woman's smiling face, then paused to survey the many empty tables in the Moringa City Cafe that morning. But it had been a few weeks before anyone dared to talk with her. Mary nodded, and the couple, plainly dressed young people in their 30s, sat on both sides of the lonely redhead.

"My name is Faith, and this is Derek." She started. "Excuse us for disturbing your meal, but you seemed to need some company."

Mary started at her plain chicken salad sandwich; It turned her stomach. She pushed the plate away and agreed with Faith. "And I haven't been eating well lately. Moringa Island has been a hard transition for me. My name's Mary Masters."

"That's understandable, Mary." Derek nodded. "Goods are expensive. Everything is imported from the mainland United States. There is a small military base with a decent commissary, but it's an hour away. It's gotta suck living alone."

"Don't assume she's alone." Faith scolded.

"No, he's right." Mary corrected. "I'm alone. Very much so."

"That's what we were afraid of." Faith sighed. She placed her hand on Mary's shoulder. "Our church has a group for singles on the Island. We'd love to have you."

"Oh my goodness!" Mary nearly squealed. That would be wonderful. I've prayed about what to do with my life, wondering whether to stay or leave. Maybe this is the sign I'm looking for."

Faith's face scrunched. "Can I ask you a potentially awkward question? I've seen you before at the farmers market on Fridays. You used to come with a blonde girl in a school uniform."

"Oh," Mary retracted and folded her arms. "That was Diana. She loved to bake on the weekend."

"Does she go to the futanari school?" Derek asked, stepping on eggshells. "I mean, no judgment!"

"Derek!" Faith rebuked.

"It's okay." Mary smiled. "Yes, she does."

Faith sighed. "Well, without asking you too much right now, Derek and I joined another support group to help those affected by Moringa University. We have local politicians, business owners, and church leaders. You'd be surprised by the number of people that it bothers."

Mary's eyes perked. "I could use both support groups. All my interactions with futanari have been negative. They're just," Mary's fist slammed on the table, and the silverware clinked.

Derek nodded. "Say no more."

"I want you to speak with someone," Faith said soothingly. "Not all futanari are bad, but the bad ones are doing them all a disservice. And now they've assembled here, and the bad ones are wreaking havoc on the community. What do they hope to accomplish by isolating themselves in their ivory tower? What are they doing up there?"

"Incest," Mary muttered, nearly retching. "They are up there committing sins against God."

The couple looked at each other with open eyes, shocked at the assertions. "Mary, how do you know that?"

"That girl you saw me with is the daughter of a futanari elite named Rochelle Masters." Mary's voice grew bolder. "I was in a relationship with her until very recently. It was the lowest point of my life."

Faith gawked at Derek again. "Oh, Mary. We have someone you absolutely need to meet."

End of Dark Currents

To Be Continued

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I'm back to writing full-time (ish), and I've got some drafts of chapters for Crosswinds Book 3. Thank you for all the feedback, both constructive and otherwise. The next installment will be completed significantly faster than 5 years.